"One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen–" Skye closed her eyes,

"Jemma," she interrupted,

"Right sorry, I'll stop." The sound stopped for a few moments and then slightly quieter than the last time,

"One two three four five six seven,"

"Jemma seriously I'm trying to sleep," Skye sighed. This usually happened at least once a week. Jemma would start counting seconds, she was good at it too. Sometimes Skye liked to to tease her she could be the world's first human clock. With most bunkmates she would have asked to be switched by now, but for the most part Jemma was really nice, and as much as Skye hated to admit, Jemma was also pretty important to her. But the nice ,well mannered stuff had kept her away at first.

Jemma was clever and well spoken. She didn't break rules or talk back. There was no reason why Jemma Simmons would be at St Agnes long. Except there was a reason. Turned out there was a few reasons. For one there was the counting. Apparently children counting in the night freaked people out. Reminded them of horror movies or something. Skye found it kind of stupid. It could be annoying at times sure, but usually if you just let her count for a bit she would fall asleep.

The second thing was the clocks. She told people the exact number of seconds their clocks were off, and the fact of the matter was she was usually off by at least a few minutes.

Skye wanted to know why that was but Jemma hadn't explained yet, Skye wasn't going to push.

It didn't really matter to her anyways, having your time a few minutes off wasn't that big a deal, and if Jemma didn't want to share she didn't. Either way it meant that despite Jemma's good behaviour and kind nature, they were both going to be at St Agnes for a long time.

"I can't sleep Skye," Jemma whispered. Skye opened her eyes again.

"Sit up," Skye instructed as she climbed down the ladder of the bunk bed. She sat next to Jemma. If Jemma couldn't sleep, she would start counting, and Skye wouldn't be able to tune it out. She sat on a wrung of the ladder facing towards Jemma's bed,

"You count, I'll count with you, then I'll go back to sleep when you are," Jemma nodded and buried herself in the blankets again,

"One two three four five,"

They kept counting until Jemma's voice stopped and her breathing slowed. Skye sighed again.

"Night Jemma,"

Hill placed the two case files on the desk.

"So all the paperwork is filled out , you should be able to pick up the girls today," the women looked at her watch, "sorry tomorrow might be better, it's almost midnight," May looked at the clock on the wall.

It was already late. Her and Phil both nodded in agreement.

"A few last notes before I let you go, Jemma might get you to change any clocks in your house that she'll regularly be telling time on, no one knows why but she seems to always have her own clock running in her head, she counts sometimes too. Skye is a good kid, but sometimes she has moments. She'll get frustrated or sad and she doesn't know what to make of it so she gets angry. Other than that they're good kids, Jemma has a few health problems and they both have some trauma." Maria looked them in the eyes, "That should be all, have a good night, see you in the morning,"

Skye and Jemma were sitting on the front steps of the orphanage. Skye had been sent out to 'burn off some energy, because today was a big day,' whatever that meant, no one wanted to explain it to them. Jemma had chosen to follow her.

"Maybe you're getting moved to a new foster home," Jemma guessed.

"Maybe you are so I'm getting a new bunkmate," Skye countered. Jemma sighed,

"I hope not," Jemma looked at her, "I know it's selfish, but I hope neither of us gets moved,"

"It's not selfish, I don't want either of us to get moved either," they looked at each other, " if we are though remember, the meeting point is LA, you'll still be Jemma Anne Simmons and I'll be Mary Sue Poots, I'll wait for us to find each other to change my name," Skye reminded her,

"Yeah," Jemma responded, "We'll find each other and we'll be okay," Skye started to respond but they were cut off,

"Skye! Jemma! Come inside please." They both looked at each other nervously.

As they walked inside the building a nun immediately told them to go up to their rooms and pack their things.

"Both of us?" Skye asked,

"Yes go, pack your things,"

"Your sure you have everything?" Skye asked Jemma,

"Yeah ,are you," Jemma responded, Skye nodded. They both dragged their feet into the office. Jemma opened the door and they both went in,

" Jemma, Skye these are the Coulsons,"

"The May - Coulsons," both of the adults corrected,

"Yes," responded the nun, " the May - Coulsons, they're going to be your foster parents,"

"Both of us," Skye clarified, the nun nodded,

"Your leaving right now, the paperwork is already filled out,"

Jemma and Skye didn't talk at all in the parking lot. Jemma answered a few questions that she was asked and Skye nodded and shook her head a few times but other than that the girls were completely silent,

"Do you two ride in the car with booster seats? We have two but we didn't know if you'd need them," May asked,

"I do, Skye doesn't," Jemma responded, "thank you for supplying us with some," she dropped her head again and kept walking.

Coulson looked over at May. As they neared the car both girls started to pull their backpacks off. Coulson opened the trunk for them,

"Thank you," said Jemma looking up again, she looked at Skye expectedly, Skye stayed quiet for another minute then Jemma made her glare more obvious,

"Thank you," muttered Skye, tossing her bag in the trunk. May opened the doors for them and went to take the booster seat out, Skye stopped her at the last second,

"I want a booster seat!" Skye exclaimed, "please," she added on at the end. May nodded and put the booster seat back in. Skye stepped away from the car allowing Jemma to climb in. Both did their own seatbelts up.

"Have you two had lunch yet?" asked Coulson.

"No not yet," Jemma responded,

"Well we can pick something up, or you could eat at home if you'd prefer," Coulson told them. Both girls nodded but gave no preference. May raised her eyebrows at him.

"Home?" she asked, Coulson nodded,

The ride home was just as awkward as would have been expected. Based on the fact that Skye and Jemma wouldn't talk in general and May never talked while driving, which meant awkward silence and quiet radio music.

Until the moment they finally arrived at the house.

Six months earlier

"Your leg's bleeding, here let me look," Skye shook her head,

"I don't need your help, just stay away from me," her new bunkmate was nothing less than annoying and Skye was just planning on ignoring her. Apparently however her new bunk mate had other plans,

"Please just let me look, it could get infected," she argued,

"No!" Skye hissed, "I don't need you or anyone else taking care of me!" The girl remained unfazed,

"Well that's just silly, just because you don't need someone taking care of you doesn't mean you shouldn't have someone to ," she climbed up the ladder and sat across from her, "really it will just get worse if you don't let someone clean it," Skye stuck out her leg defeated. Clearly ignoring this girl was not an option,

"I'm Jemma by the way,"

"I'm Skye," she growled Jemma smiled at her none the less,

"It's nice to meet you,"

Present day

"I'll help you unpack your stuff if you help me unpack mine," Jemma suggested, Skye nodded.

They started up the stairs before they were stopped by May,

"I could help you with your bags as well," They both glanced at each other,

"Okay," decided Skye nervously, Jemma nodded.

May had been hoping to get an idea of what the girls needed, what they already had and what should probably be replaced. Turned out they didn't have much. A few pairs of jeans that wouldn't have to be replaced, and Jemma had a nice pair of shoes but they were seemingly a few sizes smaller than the other pair in her bag. Skye didn't have much other than a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, at least not that was in good condition. The unpacking took less time than May would have expected, her plan had been that Phil would have finished lunch by now. Apparently they still had a while. Maybe she would be able to get the girls to talk to her in that time. She wasn't sure she should get her hopes up. So far the girls still hadn't talked outside of answering questions and Skye's random change of heart about the booster seat in the parking lot. May was starting to get nervous. There had to be a reason they weren't talking, maybe it was her. She didn't come off as the warmest person.

She was trying and Maria had said that was the main thing that mattered.

"So I heard you two are pretty close," she stated. She mentally hit herself. Even she didn't know what she was talking about. She had to let out a small sigh of relief when they just nodded at her instead of giving her one of those 'judging you' kid looks.

Phil walked into the room and May relaxed a bit. People were always shocked when they found out Melinda May and Phil Coulson were a married couple. The main reason for that was that Phil was the kind of person who people immediately wanted to talk to. If anyone would be able to get the girls to come out of their shells it was Phil.

"Lunch is ready," he informed them,

Or maybe not. Maybe for now they would just settle with lunch.

AN: CARIN: Hi, yeah I don't know what else to say, hope you enjoyed,

Bye